Any of you lads going Bournemouth?

I'm on my way!

Just left East Midlands Parkway - the only station on UK Rail with its own power station!

Just a couple of snacks for the journey - two scotch eggs, big bag of M&S salted crisps, pack of Pilchard sandwichs an a couple of cans of Stella. Have a reservation at the Pie House later, so don't want to spoil my appetite.

Big, big weekend for us - already booked table at The Green Man!

COYL!

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London Calling.

Back in the best city in the world!

Bit of a tear-up outside of Wellingborough - give a fixed penalty notice for eating Pilchard sandwiches in First Class - since when was that considered a crime?

The Northern Line still stinks of urine and axle grease - very comforting.

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Just checked in at the Bamboo.

Jesus!

How do people get shit on a door handle - isn't it natural to wash your hands having taken a crap?

It's the last time I ever believe anything on TripAdvisor - bunnybugs 84 "we had the best weekend ever at The Bamboo, just like being at home" Assume they were from Canning Town.

The shared bathroom looks as though it had a cameo role in Trainspotting - disgusting.

Just taking a bit of a kip, before a once over with the wet wipes, then heading over to the Pie House.

COYL!

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The Pie House was a waste of time - it's all boarded-up, gone bust.

Cost me twelve quid to get out there.

The taxi driver said there was a German brothel in the centre of town and was I interested?

£50 changed hands, and we made our way to the knocking shop.

True enough, there was the Brass Haus, I jumped out of the cab and strode into the building .......... it was a bloody pub full of 'Wall.

I'd been done over, yet again.

Off to the The Mary Shelley for breakfast - say what you like about Spoons, but it's always good value; the only drawback is the 800 metre walk for a piss.

Anyway lads, don't drink too much during the morning, the OB are already outside the Bamboo.

Let's go mental!

COYL!
 
The Pie House was a waste of time - it's all boarded-up, gone bust.

Cost me twelve quid to get out there.

The taxi driver said there was a German brothel in the centre of town and was I interested?

£50 changed hands, and we made our way to the knocking shop.

True enough, there was the Brass Haus, I jumped out of the cab and strode into the building .......... it was a bloody pub full of 'Wall.

I'd been done over, yet again.

Off to the The Mary Shelley for breakfast - say what you like about Spoons, but it's always good value; the only drawback is the 800 metre walk for a piss.

Anyway lads, don't drink too much during the morning, the OB are already outside the Bamboo.

Let's go mental!

COYL!

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